Figuring out what 'It' really is
A Few days passed since the essay incident before the busy bodied, intolerable, know-it-all Granger accused me of anything again. I had just entered the common room to start the new book I had been searching for in the library after lunch. I was anxious to get started, so I could be close to half way finished with it by dinner. I was about to enter my room when she caught me by the arm and glared at me. "Release me mud blood," I growled through my clenched jaw. How dare she touch me? How dare she, a worthless muggle born cunt, even think of laying her hands on me, even if it was through robes? What nerve she must have?
"Where is it Malfoy, and don't you play games with me you know what I'm looking for!" She demanded, as she slapped me in the face.
"Well, if you hadn't have touched me, you might have found out, but since you took it upon yourself to welt my precious skin, I shall not be releasing any such information to you." I decided to play along with this little game, even though I still had no idea whit this 'it' was that she was referring to. She had however, made it very clear that it was of personal value, and I could most definitely use this to my advantage if I so chose to. I yanked my arm from her grasp and entered my room fuming with rage, and I know had no desire to even think about starting my book.
What I needed was a distraction, to keep my head from popping off I was so pissed that Granger had slapped me. She had guts to do such a thing as that, I hated to admit. And that was what got me wondering what it was that was taken from her possession in the first place.
What could have possibly have been so important that she was desperately seeking out? It had to be something that she took with her, or looked at quite often; other wise she wouldn't have know it was missing in the first place. But something was askew with this presumption, it had to be something that Potter and Weasley knew about, because they had been whispering about it in the hallways just yesterday. That was what had prompted this last encounter I was sure of it.
All I knew was that I needed to find out if she had done any reading on it and in order to do that, I needed to see the reading list she had in the library. That wouldn't be too hard, all I had to do was ask Madame Pince to let me see Granger's list, so I could catch up with her studying habits. This would be all too easy for me. After all I'm not considered the Slytherin Prince for nothing now am I?
Feeling better now that I had a distraction, I opened the door to my room, only to reveal that ignorant twerp standing right in my way. "Get away from me." I snarled glaring down into those pools of deep emerald that were considered her eyes.
She stepped out of my way, and I noticed that as I began to leave she was following me. "Where do you think you're going Malfoy?"
I narrowed my eyes at her as I turned around. " Well, I thought I might start with going to the library to get some light reading done and catch up on studying some of the more complex things we happen to be learning about in potions, is there anything else I can help you with?" I answered quite shrewdly and in a mocking manner. My tone was that of something to be desired, but it did the trick, nearly reducing the rat faced girl to tears, which was more than I could delightfully hope for.
"You are despicably evil Draco Malfoy, and I hope you break you leg on the way to the library, and then I hope no one finds you. You'll be stuck helpless and alone." She hissed as I left the common room.
"What a spiteful girl. You would think more cheer would come from someone so smart and slightly attractive." I chuckled to myself.
Once I had reached the library, I turned the Slytherin charm on to maximum peak, knowing I would have to lay it on thick to get Madame Pince to show me Granger's list without being suspicious of me being up to something. I impressed even myself with how quickly I got the list in my hands. It took less than ten minutes, and here I was prepared to sweet talk the nasty old hag all night if I had too.
I was surprised to se Granger's most recent check outs were books on trinkets charmed with the Guardian Angel's spell. So that's what it was that she lost. Something that wasn't just sentimentally valuable, but something her very life depended upon as well. This had just become more interesting than I had ever imagined. Now, all I had to do was find out who took the item, and steal it back from them. Then I could get Granger to beg on her knees like the filth she was to get it back from me in one piece.
I quickly gathered the top three books on the list and checked them out, wanting to return to the common room before dinner had begun, so I could shut myself in my room and enjoy my reading before Granger left. Mind you, I would casually let her see what exactly I was reading about just to spook her a little more.
As I gathered up the last book, I noticed that a piece of parchment was still in it, Granger's notes on the subject perhaps? Oh this just kept getting better and better. Hopefully that parchment would be a benefit to my research, and maybe there would be some dirt on Potter and Weasley on it as well. 'Just you wait Granger; I've got it in for you now!' I thought evilly as I sauntered as casually as possible into the Head's Common room.
To my delight, she was standing just inside the portrait, and I accidentally on purpose dropped one of my books at her feet. She looked down at it in horror, and I heard her nearly silent gasp at the sight of the title. This was almost too much for me to handle, I quickly snatched up the book and hurried into my room, laughing silently as I entered at the scene I had just witnessed. This was going to be priceless.
